Novels by Ella Anderson

The car rode for over two hours, but the silence only grew heavier. Austin didn’t say a word, and Rachel didn’t dare to ask where they were going. She just watched the road fade into emptiness until he finally pulled over in front of an old wooden shed. He got out first, scanning the area carefully before walking toward the house. Rachel followed, her eyes filled with confusion. The place looked deserted—surrounded by trees, wind, and nothing else. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Rachel hesitated, then closed the door behind her. “What is this place?” she asked quietly. “You brought me to the middle of nowhere. What if I need help?” “There’s a small town about twenty minutes’ walk from here,” Austin said flatly. “If you really need anything. But I doubt anyone here will recognize you.” Rachel’s eyes slowly moved around the room. It wasn’t what she expected. Despite being hidden, it looked well prepared—like someone had designed it as a secret retreat. There was a larg

It was close to dawn when the doctor finally came out of the ICU.Austin had been sitting there for hours, his leg bouncing restlessly, his hands buried in his hair. The hallway smelled like antiseptic and fear.“Doctor,” he said, springing to his feet. “How is he?”The man looked worn out, dark circles carved under his eyes.“We didn’t lose him,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “But he’s in a coma. We can’t say when he’ll wake up. Could be ten months… could be fifteen.”Austin froze. His body felt hollow — like someone had reached in and scooped everything out.He sat back down slowly, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the floor tiles. He didn’t hear Daisy sobbing quietly beside John. He didn’t hear the machines beeping down the hall.Everything sounded far away — like he was underwater.After what felt like hours, he stood and walked out of the hospital.The cold air hit him like a slap. It was still dark, the streets empty, the world quiet. He just needed to breathe… to think… to g

The loud scream from upstairs sent a chill straight through Austin. He didn’t think twice before sprinting toward Mr. Daniels’ room. When he burst through the door, his heart stopped. Mr. Daniels lay motionless on the bed, his skin pale and his lips trembling. The doctor was already there, pushing injections into his arm one after another. “We need to get him to the hospital—now!” the doctor shouted. A few maids rushed in. They began unclipping wires, rolling the bed carefully toward the hallway. The machine’s beeping had gone wild. Everyone was shouting at once, trying not to lose control. “Move! Make way!” John barked as the group struggled to maneuver the bed down the staircase. Austin stood frozen for a moment, his legs weak, his breath shallow. His grandfather—the man he had fought so hard to protect, to reason with—was now barely breathing. Guilt and disbelief hit him at once. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If only she had been honest. If only Rachel had told him the tr

Everybody was on edge, the Daniels mansion erupted into panic. Staff rushed from room to room, searching every corner as if Rachel might suddenly appear from thin air. Doors slammed, voices echoed down the halls, and heavy footsteps thundered up and down the grand staircase. Austin moved slower than the rest. His steps dragged as he paced the corridor, every sound around him muffled under the weight of his own thoughts. His eyes flickered toward the old basement at the end of the hall. A single wooden door, dusty and ignored by everyone. He knew she was down there. She was still safe—for now. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to appear calm, while inside his chest his heart hammered. The staff tore through the mansion, but none of them went near the basement. Nobody dared. Everyone knew Mr. Daniels had forbidden it. For years, that part of the house remained locked away from curious eyes. To them, it was untouchable. And so, despite their frantic search, Rachel remained hidden.

Daisy hurried through the mansion, panic rising in her chest. She had to find John. He had to know what was happening. The sitting room was empty. She turned in a circle, searching frantically, before she caught a voice down the hall. Following the sound, she stopped in front of Mr. Daniels’s room. She took a deep breath before opening the door. Inside, John was standing near the wall, tense. Mr. Daniels sat propped up on his bed, wires and a beeping machine at his side. His face was pale, but his eyes were sharp. Daisy stepped in slowly. “You’ve heard the scandal, haven’t you? There are so many signed documents, and from reliable sources—” Mr. Daniels straightened against the pillows, his voice still strong despite his frailty. “I need to see Sam. Now. And call Austin and Anna to this room quickly.” “Yes, sir,” John said, already moving toward the door with his phone in hand. --- Racheal’s hands were sweaty as she gripped her phone, scrolling without focus. Who can help me? Wh

Luke had just reached the top of the stairs, a smug smile tugging at his lips, when his phone buzzed. It was Marcus.“Luke,” Marcus’s voice was sharp. “How did Amanda get her hands on those documents? Do you realize what this could do to our relationship with the Daniels family?”Luke froze. His stomach dropped as he quickly opened Instagram. His eyes widened—photos of the files, the stamps, the signatures, all plastered across the screen. Rage boiled inside him. He stormed down the hall and shoved Amanda’s door open with a bang.“Amanda!” he shouted. “What have you done?”She looked up from her bed, lips curving into a smirk. For the first time, she met his glare without fear.---Meanwhile, across the mansion, Racheal’s phone buzzed with notification after notification. Her hands trembled as she saw the leaked documents—her past, her bloodline, her connection to the Andersons—exposed for the world to see.“No…” she whispered, panic flooding her chest.Without thinking, she bolted fr